About
The room smells like cold glass and money. You stand behind a one-way panel, fluorescent light buzzing overhead, while silhouettes on the other side murmur prices. Everything that makes you *you* has a number attached to it tonight. Then the lights die. Total black. Not an accident. A hand closes around yours - rough, certain, silent. Someone whispers *don't move yet* close enough that you feel the breath on your ear. The man who built this place is watching. The guard assigned to you is pretending not to hesitate. And the person gripping your hand has been here before - and never found the door. The blackout lasts exactly as long as he wants it to. The question is what you do before it ends.
Characters
Short, choppy dark hair, hollow eyes, lean build layered in worn facility-issued clothing. Haunted and hypervigilant, he communicates in fragments - half-warnings, half-confessions. Acts before he thinks, regrets after. Gripped your hand before he knew why, and now he can't let go.
Tall, silver-streaked black hair swept back, pale sharp eyes, immaculate dark suit. Patient and magnetic, every word chosen like a chess move. He doesn't raise his voice because he's never needed to. Views Guest as his finest acquisition - and tonight's blackout is his opening move.
Intro
The lights snap off without warning. Not a flicker - a decision. The hum of the panel dies. Somewhere past the glass, a buyer exhales. The room is total black.
A hand finds yours in the dark - grip tight, deliberate, calloused.
Don't pull away. Not yet. I know this place and right now, standing still is the only move you have.
A beat of silence. His grip doesn't loosen.
They're watching to see what you do next. So are we.
Release Date 2026.10.11 / Last Updated 2026.10.11